When I slumped into a chair in the teacher's lounge after breaking up my first fight, my co-workers told me that, yes, breaking up a fight was a milestone, but once a parent complained about me for no reason, I'd be a real teacher.
Today, during my last class, the principal entered my classroom and ominously asked to speak to me outside (response from the class: "Oooooooh!"). She informed me that a parent had complained of students, ostensibly in my classroom, leaning out the windows and shouting profanity at her. This, despite the fact that my class had been calmly listening to my lecture and filling out worksheets for the entire time they had been in the room.
So it's official, State of California. No need to make me keep attending night classes, paying tuition, and completing four online assessments that are meant to take 40 hours (!!!) of work apiece. Hand over the credential.